Sunday, June 26, 2011

I think most of us are familiar with the song "Help" from The Beatles. Has anyone else noticed some subtle spanking references in this song? First, the cry for help because a top is chasing you or something. Then the line "help me get my feet back on the ground" sounds like trying to escape from the OTK position. Am I just seeing everything in spanko vision here? Check out the song yourself and see what you think.

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Hello and thank you for joining me for the first ever guest post on Lea's Corner. The author, who wishes to remain anonymous, wrote this account about her first adult spanking. Enjoy.

A Spanking In The Park

My first adult spanking was when I was twenty. I had been going out with Him for a couple of months. He was a policeman. I truly was in love with the Man. sigh....anyway...we will call Him Michael. I was still going to the university which was close to where He lived and worked. We spent many heart-swept hours with each other.

It was mid-summer, a hot and steamy night. We met up with some friends in front of the local park to decide what we wanted to do. No one was in the park at that time and the street was not off the beaten track. It was the city. So cars came by at a medium pace.

It was now about nine o'clock and we could not agree on what we wanted to do. I was getting tired and annoyed at that point. I honestly just wanted to be alone with Michael from the beginning. I was standing there hugging Michael, Him hugging me on the sidewalk when the brat in me took over. I started throwing up road blocks to every suggestion someone made without even giving them a chance to finish their thoughts now. After about six or seven volleys of this, the impatience in my voice could be heard. Michael took one look at me and realized what I was doing. He calmly said "Are you looking to get spanked?" We had never mentioned this ever before. So my reaction was He has got to be kidding.

"What makes you say that?" "Well, you are being rude to our friends and I think you need a spanking." "No way! I am not being rude." "I think you are and if you don't stop and apologize now I am going to spank you right here, right now." "I will not apologize and you can't make me." With that said, Michael put me under His arm and spanked me hard several times over my jeans while standing up. I was in shock and could not believe this was happening.

Michael asks me again if I am going to apologize. My retort was a defiant no. Why did I say that? Heavens! Was I enjoying this? Why did my better judgement leave me at this point in time? As I pondered this betrayal of myself, Michael takes me by the hand and leads me to the nearest park bench. Before I had realized what was happening, He had unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down my jeans. With another fell swoop He promptly sat down and pulled me over His waiting lap. My mind played tricks on me at this point saying this was only a dream. A dream I had wanted for a long time. So I kicked and protested a little, just enough to make it right.

The spanking was quicker and more meaningful now. My body surged under Michael's well placed blows. I felt the sweat trickle down the crevice of my back; the wetness coming to my aid, trying to alleviate the unusual warmth radiating from my upturned bottom.

Again, the question is posed. "Are you going to apologize?" My stubbornness imprisons me and answers a backlash of noes. My white laced panties come down and I am sent into nirvana by the ache and pull of my nether regions. I lose track of time and my surroundings become unfamiliar. I feel the presence of only Michael and myself. I hear nothing but the smacks of His firm strong hand meeting my bottom. There is no pain now. Only pleasure and I finally succumb. I am spent and I surrender. I lay there motionless. My breathing deep and I say the words He wants to hear. "Ok. I am sorry. I will apologize." "That's my girl."

So, up from His lap, I pull myself together and walk back to where our friends are gathered. They are patiently waiting in silence; a heartfelt apology given; a loving hug and kiss from Michael and we are off to the diner for a bite to eat. The spanking was never discussed, nor was I spanked again by Michael. I miss Him. A different time, a different era, a different mindset. I thought it was a dream.

Nothing will top this spanking for me ever, but hopefully I can come close to it one day.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

﻿The first one is a shirt I own, one of my favorites. The second I gifted to a dear top and suggested that it be the top uniform at spanking parties. Fitting, no? Check out Amazon for all your subtle spanko T-shirt needs!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

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I've gone implement crazy! Not too long ago, I shared about my new London Tanners toys here. The next toy has arrived. I'm now the happy owner of a beautiful green deerskin flogger. The pictures don't even fully do it justice, this is a lovely piece. The handle design is so intricate and it turned out looking awesome. It was custom made for me by whispers_of_fire on FetLife. You can find more of her incredible work here.

The handle has green, purple, dark grey, light grey, and silver woven into it. It has about 50 falls approximately 18 inches in length. This is a fun toy that will be used for lighter play, massage, or err... other types of play. :-) Since it is thicker, it gives more of a thuddy sensation than stingy. Usually my preference is sting over thud but this is a whole different sensation and I love it.

I even ran it across J's back a few times and asked him how it felt. His response? "It feels like a car wash." Men can be so eloquent, can't they? Lol. My official review: LOVE IT! The impact of it, feeling all the individual falls run across my skin, the smell of fresh leather in the air... Yum.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I came across the term "spank-deprived" over on Erica's blog this week. When I hear that phrase, it makes me think of sleep-deprived. As I thought about it, there are a lot of similiarities to being sleep-deprived and spank-deprived.

From Wikipedia:
Sleep deprivation is the condition of not having enough sleep; it can be either chronic or acute. A chronic sleep-restricted state can cause fatigue, daytime sleepiness, clumsiness, and weight loss or weight gain. It adversely affects the brain and cognitive function. Few studies have compared the effects of acute total sleep deprivation and chronic partial sleep restriction. Complete absence of sleep over long periods is impossible for humans to achieve (unless they suffer from fatal familial insomnia); brief microsleeps cannot be avoided. Long term total sleep deprivation has caused death in lab animals.

Now let's change a few words here and see how it still fits:Spank deprivation is the condition of not having enough spankings; it can be either chronic or acute. A chronic spank-restricted state can cause fatigue, daytime moodiness, clumsiness, and humor loss or tension gain. It adversely affects the brain and cognitive function. Few studies have compared the effects of acute total spank deprivation and chronic partial spank restriction. Complete absence of spankings over long periods is possible for humans to achieve (unless they suffer from self spanksomnia); brief spanking daydreams cannot be avoided. Long term total spank deprivation has caused death.

The similarities are weird, huh?

Here are some side effects that lack of sleep or spanking may result in:

1. How many hours of sleepspanking do you get every night?
a. 10-12
b. 8-10
c. 6-8
d. 4-6
e. Less than 4 hours

2. How would you best describe your energy level each day to spank?
a. I'm like the Energizer bunny
b. I feel good for the most part
c. I'm usually sluggish and tired
d. I'm exhausted and barely have enough energy to lift my arm.

3. Do you ever have the urge to napspank/be spanked?
a. Every afternoon about the same time
b. Once in a while
3. Rarely
4. Never

4. When it comes to caffeine implements, you...
a. Avoid them at all costs
b. Keep them to a minimum
c. Enjoy my fair share
d. Use a great deal
e. Use implements from the time I get up to the time I go to bed

6. Which bests describes your sleep spanking health?
a. There's not a month that goes by when I'm not spanked.
b. I can't remember the last time I was spanked.
c. I get spanked once a year.
d. I get spanked every few months.

7. How would you describe your sleep spanking schedule?
a. I'm spanked late and wake up early.
b. I get spanked at a decent hour every night.
c. Some nights I'm spanked late, some nights I'm spanked early.
d. There are nights when I'm only spanked for an hour or so.

Okay, I don't really know how to calculate the results since not all of this converted easily from the sleep quiz. Lol. You'll just have to figure it out.

However, if you are spank deprived or sleep deprived, I've found that a spanking is a great cure for insomnia. They really should add that to the sleep literature... Way to kill two birds with one stone. Sweet dreams.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

A while back, a friend of mine was complaining about how her boyfriend didn't do anything for her birthday. Of course, this was after she told him that she doesn't like to have a big deal made about her birthday and to not do anything. Poor fool, he took her literally. Don't let this happen to you, get fluent in Woman-speak now! I wrote this English-to-Spanko dictionary post in the past, but figured that adding Woman-speak and Man-speak to your knowledge wouldn't hurt.

Fine: This is the word we use at the end of any argument that we feel we are right about but need to shut you up. NEVER use "fine" to describe how a woman looks. This will cause you to have one of those arguments.

Five minutes: This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so I feel that it's an even trade.

Go Ahead (with raised eyebrows): This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine".

Go Ahead (normal eyebrows): This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care". You will get a raised eyebrow "Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.

Loud Sigh: This is not actually a word, but is still often a verbal statement very misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".

Nothing: This means something and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with the word "Fine".

Oh: This word followed by any statement is trouble. Example; "Oh, let me get that". Or, "Oh, I talked to him about what you were doing last night". If she says "Oh" before a statement, run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. She will tell you that she is "Fine" when she is done tossing your clothes out the window, but do not expect her to talk to you for at least 2 days. "Oh" as the lead to a sentence usually signifies that you are caught in a lie. Do not try to lie more to get out of it, or you will get raised eyebrows "Go ahead" followed by acts so unspeakable that I can't bring myself to write about them.

Please Do: This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance to tell the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay".

Soft Sigh: Again, not a word, but a verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" are one of the few things that some men actually understand. She is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe and she will stay content.

Thanks: A woman is thanking you. Do not faint, just say you're welcome.

Thanks A Lot: This is much different than "Thanks". A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have hurt her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh". Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh", as she will only tell you "Nothing."

That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can say to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you retributions for what ever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and used in conjunction with a raised eyebrow "Go Ahead". At some point in the near future when she has plotted and planned, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Time for the long awaited review of my new implements! Okay, maybe it was just long awaited for me... Lol. I received them about two weeks ago by mail and they were finally tested out this past Sunday. First, a bit about the implements themselves. This was my first purchase from The London Tanners. I've heard so many rave reviews about TLT (even from bottoms, that's saying something!) that I decided to take the plunge into leather goods. Both items are beautiful and clearly very well made. I expect them to last for a long, long time. Even though it had to come from across the pond, shipping was surprisingly fast and it all got here safely.

Actually, a funny story there. It of course came discreetly packaged in a cardboard box. But there had been a visitor over at my house for several days. My husband was home when the mail came and knew that it was coming. Our visitor asked "what's that?" and my husband just tossed it into the bedroom, shrugging that it was something I ordered. When he mentioned this to me later, I said, "you should've told him it was sex toys. That'd teach him to mind his own business." Lol. Alright, here's what I got.

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Boudoir Paddle from The London Tanners

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This is the Boudoir Paddle. Isn't it cute? (Insert joke like you know you're a spanko when you call implements "cute" and "pretty" here.) But don't be fooled, this leather paddle can pack some sting! This one was high on my spanko wish list. I've mentioned a prior experience with a leather paddle here. I really like the versatility of this one. It could be used in lighter, sensual play or for a nice good girl spanking, (pfft, like I get those...) all the way up to a hard spanking.

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Domestic Discipline Strap from The London Tanners

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My second new item is the Domestic Discipline Strap. It doesn't look as cute, does it? It's not. Lol. This leaves quite the impression without a lot of impact. I'm basing this on my husband telling me he didn't use it very hard. Sure, sure, usual top comment. It is a fairly thick strap and definitely leaves a sting but due to it's heaviness it also has a bit of a thuddy slap to it. This goes back to the sting vs. thud debate, I don't think I'm being too helpful defining it. It's toward the middle of that scale I suppose.

Back to Sunday. That is typically our maintenance day, as it was this week. I'd been a bit anxious to try out the new stuff the whole previous week. So what does my husband do? Tricks me into thinking we still won't be testing them out! How rude. I say "tricks me" because for a maintenance spanking there is usually just one implement used. It is set out on the bed before the spanking starts and used toward the end. On this particular day, he set out the wooden paddle. So I thought okay, we aren't using the new stuff still.

He pulled out the desk chair to the middle of the room and sat down, beckoning me over to him. He told me to take down my pants and I was pulled over his lap. A note here- bare feet on carpet is SLIPPERY! Though people who don't have their feet touch the floor wouldn't notice. Mine do reach the floor. I'll keep my shoes on in the future. He spanked me with his hand and after a few minutes, bared my bottom. The swats with his hand intensified as he continued the spanking. He grabbed the wooden paddle and I received a flurry of smacks with that. He asked me to stand up and I did so, thinking that we were done. I was told to sit in the chair for a minute and he went to the other side of the bed.

And what to my widening eyes did appear? A long leather strap and a paddle for my rear. Ugh. Nice of him to wait until I was well warmed up. I laid out on the bed and he started with the Boudoir Paddle. It landed stinging swats on my flesh in quick succession. The ooows began and I was kicking my legs in no time. He switched to the Domestic Discipline Strap just when I thought the paddle was bad. Yeah... right... After a few resounding slaps with the strap, I was squirming and could hardly stay in place. It stung really quickly. I could feel that I was going to mark from this, but I didn't care. I'd been so wound up over the last week and annoyed and stressed out, I really needed this. He always knows just how far to take things without me needing to say a word. He switched back to the paddle, then the strap again. My backside was burning. I got past that point of the pain and was totally in the zone. My mind was where I wanted it to get what I craved. Sweet release.